In an ideal scenario, Tynen would’ve crawled through the girl’s window without hassle. He’d wriggle up the side of the house, lifting himself skillfully onto the roof, muscles bulging, before rolling into through her open bedroom window without so much as a sound. Some real 007 level shit. But, alas, the male was not set up for a world such as this. Instead, his shoelace had gotten stuck on the outer scalloping of the single story home, catching his ankle on the windowsill, and eventually forcing him into a foolish heap on the carpet with an exaggerated thud. If practice made perfect, then Tynen Wanoa was an Olympian of failed entrances.
“Leave me here to die,” the male griped, not even bothering to glance up at Remi. He was sure she’d be annoyed with him for making so much noise, and he wasn’t quite willing to show off the rosy tint in his cheeks, choosing instead to hide underneath the hood of his university sweatshirt. “Better yet, just kill me,” he croaked, eventually pushing himself up onto his elbows and squinting upwards at the female, blinded by her bedroom light. @rcmington
